Walking Home Repost from Oct 2010

It was a Friday morning like every other Friday morning. Darrell had experienced questionable health the week previous that could be cause for alarm as he had received a kidney transplant just a year ago, but when he was walking, all was well. It was a cool crisp morning and the beautiful fall landscape lay before him. What was he thinking as he made his way around his daily course, his personal journey, his moments of quiet reflection, his spiritual time. He was probably thinking about the night’s football game only hour away. The team depended on him for accurate records. He may have been thinking about his family, his wife, his children and grandchildren who depended on him for years of guidance and love. He may have been thinking about his church, the church that he had devoted years of service and leadership. A bus driver waved as she passed and he rounded the corner by the school and headed for Home. We will never know what he was thinking on that pleasant November morning, but what we do know is that when he reached his earthly home he took one more step, the end of his earthly journey and the beginning of his eternal homecoming. When I think of Darrell I am reminded of the Robert Frost Poem, the Road less Traveled. ..Two roads diverged in a wood, and I took the one less traveled… Darrell always took the high road, the one less traveled … and that made all the difference.